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Farlow wagged a paw back over his shoulder at Jarky as he chuckled.

”Oh, don’t ye start gettin’ sour on me, I’m th’ one who’s sponsorin’ ye into th’ patrol, aye? Ye know I’m only jokin’! Yer doin’ a fine job!”

As they drew nearer to the camp, the smell of burning fires reached their noses, along with a scent that the squirrelhare would know all too well — food.